On Saturday my old pal Nancy met me at my place so we could walk to the Korean BBQ festival and taste of the many meats and treats we expected to find. Instead we were overwhelmed by what seemed to be three very long lines–one for beef, one for pork, and one for corn.
Sprinkles van was in effect:
Nancy and I decided we didn’t want to pay $10 to wait in a huge line for a plate of shit we didn’t want. But since we’d already set our hearts and minds on Korean BBQ, we walked down Vermont to Park’s BBQ to get our beef on.
cold buckwheat noodles:
I love Park’s, not just for the beef, but for the memories.
Anyway, our Korean BBQ fest attempt was a failure, but the most important thing is we wanted meat and we got it.
Did you spank Nancy for dragging you to KBBQ festival? I was with enough friends to entertain myself despite having no grub. Cheers!
it was a mutual drag! and a mutual escape decision. i think it would be better to pay a fee at entrance and sample a bunch of vendors. no? hopefully harbknocklife and sinosoul will meet sometime in the near future!
Ummmm…could my face be as greasy as the bbq pit? I have a shine problem…it could be since we walked 400 blocks to get there.xo
Ummmm…could my face be as greasy as the bbq pit? I have a shine problem…it could be since we walked 400 blocks to get there
i love it when plan b comes together. the meat looks great.